Let’s talk about Rock the Dome.
Last night was a monstrosity. The best kind. Like when you go somewhere expecting to fall asleep halfway through because you’re too sick to talk but you load up on DayQuil and coffee and go anyway.
A seriously awesome monstrosity.
Ludacris, because he dominates the stage and takes no prisoners. Really though.
We got to the concert an hour before it started, and snagged some bombtastic seats. Right behind the tech guys. The security guys were really cool, with the exception of one that didn’t do anything. My friend and her boyfriend had seats. At intermission (in between Rosaaaaaaay and Luda), some random guy put his jackets down on their seat. When her boyfriend kindly asked him to move the jackets, the guy slapped him.
What the eff?
Security guard came over to settle things and didn’t do anything. Mr. Thugpants was all, I don’t know what this kid is talking about he is totally making up that I hit him even though his whole left cheek is bright red. Dot dot dot.
YOU DON’T EVEN GO HERE.
Alex is one of the most polite, gentleman-like people I know. He is the last person I would expect to get slapped at a concert. University Union, you need to work on your Security staff. Fix it.
Back to realness. Below, before the concert.
Rick Ross tearing it UP.
True life, Rick Ross was not that great. He was as good as he could be, but the highlight was when he started ALL I DO IS WIN WIN and the place just blew up.
Let’s talk about Luda.
All I can say: MAGIC. Ludacris is magical. I was skeptical just because so many of his hits were back in the day, but ahhhhhhhhhh! Brought back so many magical memories. I am going to try to remember all of the songs he did but honestly I have a bad memory so I will do my best.
- Money Maker
- Yeah (Usher)
- My Chick Bad
- How Low
- All I Do is Win (can never do that one too much)
- Tonight (Enriqueeee)
- Break Your Heart
- Move B*tch
- What’s Your Fantasy
- Stand Up
- Pimpin All Over the World
My mind = blown. All of the classics, and all of them I knew every freaking word to. I may be a tiny blonde girl, but I KNOW MY LUDA.
It was actually just magical. I have almost no words. Ludacris, you are a monster magician. Let’s be best friends? Feel free to fly me to Paris …. or Georgia, anytime. Apparently I’m a really good dancer. No pictures because almost all of the pictures above were stolen off of Facebook. True life, Facebook has one of the greatest collections of pictures ever. Instagram FTW.
Now excuse me while I go and listen to Luda for the rest of the day and plan my outfit for rush later. Business casual. I want to wear heels. ……
How was your Thursday night?
Let’s talk LUDA!